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All the Way
03:50
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If you won’t let me break your heart
Then I don’t want to be with you
If you won’t let me take apart
The thin façade you’re looking through
You’d better run away
You’d better run away, boy
You’d better run away
You’d better run away, boy
And you don’t share your wounded heart
‘Cause you don’t have too much to give
You won’t promise me an hour
Who knows how long you have to live
You’d better run away
You’d better run away, boy
You’d better run away
You’d better run away, boy
‘Cause I just want to kiss you
Just want to hold you
Just want to crush you
Just want to know you
All the way
All the way, boy
All the way
All the way, boy
If you take my broken heart
And squeeze it just a little bit
I bet your fingers and my bruises
Are gonna make a perfect fit
You’d better run away
You’d better run away, boy
You’d better run away
You’d better run away, boy
‘Cause I just want to kiss you
Just want to hold you
Just want to crush you
Just want to know you
All the way
All the way, boy
All the way
All the way, boy
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2. |
Missouri Lounge
04:42
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When I heard you were in town
I was drinking in the blue Missouri Lounge
Although I knew that it was wrong
I couldn’t help myself I had to play our song
Somebody else lies in your arms
Someone is raking in your money and your charms
Drinking wine in a fine hotel
You stroll the boulevards we used to love so well
And if you walk down our old street
You’ll say I’ve fallen pretty low
But don’t you reach your heart to me
Back to you is not a place I’ll ever go
Maybe New York or to LA
I'd be happy if you’re living far away
Cause on this day, the day we wed
I’m taking comfort in another stranger’s bed
oh oh oh
oh oh oh
oh oh oh
Taking comfort in another stranger’s bed
Now you drop by Missouri Lounge
To find me crying on the floor
Then you reach down your saintly hand
But Baby, you can’t be my savior anymore
And on and on that jukebox plays
I’d be happy if I’d never seen your face
If stones can cry, and numbers lie
I’ve got whiskey for the way I feel tonight
I’ve got whiskey for the way I feel tonight
If you should walk down our old street
You’ll say I’ve fallen pretty low
But don’t you reach your heart to me
Back to you is not a place I’ll ever go
Maybe New York or to LA
I'd be happy if you’re living far away
Cause on this day, the day we wed
I’m taking comfort in another stranger’s bed
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3. |
You Reel Me In
04:52
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Once I ran off
Like a virgin to the altar
With flowers in my hair I walked
Like a little lamb to slaughter
Like the baby pig they fed me
Just to make me fatter
Come Sunday at dinner time
See me stretched out on a platter
They reeled me in
They reeled me in
With the sweet old words that never fail
He reeled me in
He reeled me in
Promising marriage, he delivered me to jail
I was all set up
In my pretty little prison
I had years to think about
The flaws in my decision
I was ready for the moment
When the door would be left open
You crossed my path right then
Maybe more than I was hoping
You reel me in
You reel me in
Who placed the hooks? Who handed you the strings
You reel me in
You reel me in
Piercing my heart like a hundred rings
Dug my way out of that prison
But I’m still down on all fours
My closest friends tell me
That they see his face in yours
If I had the time back
And the ten years to live over
Would I pick flowers for my hair
Would I still roll in the clover
Should I harden my heart
Should I tear out all those rings
If you’re walking away from me, boy
You’ve got to let go of the strings
You reel me in
You reel me in
With the sweet old words that never fail
You reel me in
You reel me in
Promise some kind of love, now you’re driving in the nail
You reel me in
You reel me in
Who placed the hooks?
Who handed you the strings
You reel me in
You reel me in
Piercing my heart like a hundred rings
If you’re walking away from me, boy
You’ve got to let go of the strings
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4. |
On Market Street
04:45
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This is for the wastrel
Invisible and shamed
Down on his knees on Market Street
His sickness is unnamed
Through the rain he genuflects
His pilgrimage is real
The shoppers with their Christmas lists
Go round him where he kneels
And if your faith is true
And if your faith is strong
You’ll enjoy the freedom from choosing right from wrong
And if your God is great
And if your God is good
He would live on Market Street, not in Hollywood
This is for the poor young girl
With her helpless child
Down on her knees on Market Street
For a little while
She needs the cash to swaddle him
Feed his hungry eyes
Maybe enough to buy a room
But she still needs to fly
Chorus
Little old babushka at
Golden Gate and Hyde
She’s too proud for begging but
Tears are in her eyes
A pair of crystal glasses lie
In her withered hands
She offers these and blessings
I pay her all I can
And if your faith is true
And if your faith is strong
You enjoy the freedom from choosing right from wrong
And if your God is great
And if your God is good
He would live on Market Street, not in Hollywood
And if your God is good
And if your God is great
He would live on Market Street
Near Hyde and Golden Gate
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5. |
Scrap
01:59
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I used to think you loved me
I was wrong, wrong, wrong
Couldn’t live without me
Now you’re gone, gone, gone
Well, thanks a lot, thanks for nothing
Thanks a lot, thanks for nothing
Thanks a lot
Thanks for throwing me a scrap
Well, thanks a lot, thanks for nothing
Thanks a lot, thanks for nothing
Thanks a lot
Thanks for throwing me a scrap
I really loved you, baby
Don’t know why, why, why
Always drove me crazy
And I’d cry, cry, cry
Well, thanks a lot, thanks for nothing
Thanks a lot, thanks for nothing
Thanks a lot
Thanks for throwing me a scrap
Well, thanks a lot, thanks for nothing
Thanks a lot, thanks for nothing
Thanks a lot
Thanks for throwing me a scrap
I used to think I loved you
Now you’re gone, gone, gone
Couldn’t live without you
I was wrong, wrong, wrong
Well, thanks a lot, thanks for nothing
Thanks a lot, thanks for nothing
Thanks a lot
Thanks for throwing me a scrap
Well, thanks a lot, thanks for nothing
Thanks a lot, thanks for nothing
Thanks a lot
Thanks for throwing me a scrap
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It only takes two people talking
To break the silence they create
Laughter ringing in the ruins
The fountain flows again
You know you look just like a stranger
It's been so long- you've been away
But you're the one that I remember
From endless summer days
How many times have I called your name
And how many times have I cried in vain?
Come back, come back, come back
come back to the fountain
When you've seen every ocean and mountain
Come back, come back, come back
come back to the fountain
When you've seen every ocean and mountain
Come back my rambling boy
So if you want to tell the story
Of two people in a room
Someplace you won't be returning- tell it to the moon.
But if you want to know the answer
To the question: Was I true?
Taste the water from the fountain
That flows so pure and cool
How many times have I called your name
And how many times have I cried in vain?
Come back, come back, come back
come back to the fountain
When you've seen every ocean and mountain
Come back, come back, come back
come back to the fountain
When you've seen every ocean and mountain
Come back my rambling boy
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7. |
Winter Coats
02:53
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Kissing you
Feels like falling from grace
And I was so drunk
I could barely taste
Tequila and beer
The longing and fear
Of the terrible word
On the thick of your tongue
The shimmer of sex
Comes down like a bell jar
To silence the world
The crystalline world
The arc of the stars
Shine frozen above us
Lighting the tear in
The banner unfurled
Icy clouds bloom
From the heat of your mouth
The crunching of frozen grass
As we stumble to safety
Drunken and numb
But sharp as the air
Can our pounding hearts wake
The good farmers sleeping there?
The shimmer of sex
Comes down like a bell jar
To silence the world
The crystalline world
The arc of the stars
Shine frozen above us
Lighting the tear in
The banner unfurled
All I could feel
Was the heat and desire
And that you would have taken me
Blackened by fire
In our thick winter coats
In the hour before dawn
We wrestled with demons
And I let you crawl away
The shimmer of sex
Comes down like a bell jar
To silence the world
The crystalline world
The arc of the stars
Shine frozen above us
Lighting the tear in
The banner unfurled
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8. |
Dead Girl
03:39
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You fell in love with a dead girl
Her photographs are strewn across our bed
Her image fills your eyes and you cannot see
What’s growing in the part of me once dead
Oh, you fell in love with a dead girl
Her ashes long ago sunk in the sea
Her melodies and words are like a whirlpool
Dragging you down a mystery
And I won’t be the lock on your cage
And I can’t be the ink on your page
These words are not the words from your heart
The ice is melting and breaking us apart
You fell in love with a dead girl
Her photographs are strewn across our bed
Her image fills your eyes and you cannot see
What’s growing in the part of me once dead
And I won’t be the lock on your cage
And I can’t be the ink on your page
These words are not the words of your heart
The ice is melting and breaking us apart
You fell in love with a dead girl
Her ashes long ago sunk in the sea
Her melodies and words are like a whirlpool
Dragging you down a mystery
And I won’t be the lock on your cage
And I can’t be the ink on your page
These words are not the words from your heart
The ice is melting and breaking us apart
melting and breaking us apart
melting and breaking us apart
melting and breaking us apart
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9. |
Meet Me in France
04:15
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Meet me in France and we’ll drink in the light
Picasso had captured in a stroke of white
We’ll drink in the evening, we’ll drink in the night
To drown all the words of our final fight
And tomorrow the lovers will flock to the sea
Murmuring sweet words of ecstasy
The edge of their blankets will touch in a shroud
Shading the buried dream of you and me
Meet me in France and we’ll dig a shallow grave
For this ill-fated love that we could not save
Meet me in Nice and we’ll pull aside the rocks
To bury our shame by the azure wave
And tomorrow the lovers will flock to the sea
Murmuring sweet words of ecstasy
The edge of their blankets will touch in a shroud
Shading the buried dream of you and me
Why the Hell do you come all this way?
To mouth the words that you can not say
With lips that should brush my ear in a kiss
And echo my songs of trembling bliss
Why the Hell would you come this far?
To freeze in the light of my shooting star
Our hearts have blinded us both, I guess
But I saw more and you saw less
Meet me in France and we’ll dig a shallow grave
For this premature love that we could not save
Meet me in Nice and we’ll pull aside the rocks
To bury our shame by the azure wave
Meet me in France where the shimmering air
Will be sucked from our lungs by your constant fear
I realize now we should have dug the grave deeper
I can still hear the moan I can still hear the whimper
And tomorrow the lovers will flock to the sea
Murmuring sweet words of ecstasy
The edge of their blankets will touch in a shroud
Shading the buried dream of you and me
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10. |
If You're Willing
05:13
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Now I know my star may hang a little lower
My voice is ragged and my coat is far from new
But like the shimmer of a Caroliner rainbow
Between the cracks the light is coming through
And in your cobbled streets
And in your alleyways
I’m singing to the breaking dawn
And if you’re willing
To die a little
You’ll hear my song
You’ll hear my song
Now I don’t think my heart can bear another love song
For the silver tongued swordsman by the door
No longer can his promises compel me
To choose between the angel and the whore
And in your cobbled streets
And in your alleyways
I’m singing to the breaking dawn
And if you’re willing
To die a little
You’ll hear my song
You’ll hear my song
Still I see the degradation and injustice
But my words are not so righteous anymore
No love of God can justify the killing
And reason never leads us into war
And in your cobbled streets
And in your alleyways
I’m singing to the breaking dawn
And if you’re willing
To die a little
You’ll hear my song
You’ll hear my song
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11. |
USSA
02:59
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Got up this morning with a smile on my face
I’m going to work to do the best that I can
Sun is shining all over the place
It's shining on my Chevy, my TV, my tan
Living in the USSA
People are happy now
That's what they say
I read it in the USSA Today
Going down the steppes to get a pack of camels
Bottle of Stoli, a steak, and a beer
Come Saturday morning gonna pull those weeds up
Toss the pigskin with Vladimir
Living in the USSA
People are happy now
That's what they say
I read it in the USSA Today
Full color photographs explain it all to me
Happiness is only seeing what you want to see
Pictures of people with movie star smiles
Standing next to new cars
Make it all seem so worthwhile
Lighting the coals for my BBQ dinner
Ice-cream truck is coming down the street
Check your receipt ‘cause you may be a winner
Making a wish on your rabbit's feet
Living in the USSA
People Are happy now
That's what they say
I read it in the USSA Today
Living in the USSA
People Are happy now
That's what they say
I read it in the USSA Today
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words and music by Penelope Houston
© 2012 Doctor PP Music (BMI)
lyrics
Now I know my star may hang a little lower
My voice is ragged and my coat is far from new
But like the shimmer of a Caroliner rainbow
Between the cracks the light is coming through
And in your cobbled streets
And in your alleyways
I’m singing to the breaking dawn
And if you’re willing
To die a little
You’ll hear my song
You’ll hear my song
Now I don’t think my heart can bear another love song
For the silver tongued swordsman by the door
No longer can his promises compel me
To choose between the angel and the whore
And in your cobbled streets
And in your alleyways
I’m singing to the breaking dawn
And if you’re willing
To die a little
You’ll hear my song
You’ll hear my song
Still I see the degradation and injustice
But my words are not so righteous anymore
No love of God can justify the killing
And reason never leads us into war
And in your cobbled streets
And in your alleyways
I’m singing to the breaking dawn
And if you’re willing
To die a little
You’ll hear my song
You’ll hear my song
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